Deaths a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made something more equal to centuries, than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness. The mountains are dead stone; the people admire or hate their stature, their insolent quietness. The mountains are not softened or troubled; and a few dead mens thoughts have the same temper. Alexander Supertramp is back and this world is his to tramp for the rest of eternity; spreading love and knowledge every step of the way... ...and hes closer than you think; there he will remain, forever. :) In every step you take.. In every breath you push and pull into the void; know he is with you. I am with you. Through every hardship, and in all ecstasies.. I am you
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 17:15:01 +0000
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